Post by Rockinmuffin on Apr 5, 2007 21:45:58 GMT -5
All characters are mine. MINE, I SAY! xD Lol. Well, I finally got off my butt to post the sequel. Meh. I really need to force myself to start writing the third part. >.> Oh well.
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It’s amazing how someone so dark and evil can look so pure and innocent while they sleep. Then again, the darkness is full of trickery, deceit, and lies. It can look like one thing and be something else entirely different. The darkness is sneaky, underhanded. The soft, fragile form of a young teenage girl is nothing more than a clever front meant to give one a false sense of security. After all, who would suspect an innocent child to be evil incarnate?
I smirked down at her, running my fingers through her smooth, silky hair as she slept peacefully. The corners of her mouth twitched and her lips slowly formed into a soft smile. No doubt she was having pleasant dreams about ponies, tea parties, and boys… or whatever else it is that young girls dream about.
I certainly hope she enjoys her dreams tonight, because soon she’ll never see them again. These dreams, these happy moments, will be nothing more than a memory. She shall live out the rest of her life in pain and misery; she shall live out the rest of her life as the darkness. I’ll make sure of it.
I twirled a strand of her hair around my finger amusedly as I smirked down at her serene form. As irritating as it could be at times, it always intrigued me how she would so blatantly deny her destiny. True, she finally learned to refer to herself as the darkness, but it was more than obvious that she still didn’t accept that fact as a truth. There was still some small, rebellious part of her that believed she was nothing more than an innocent child caught up in something too big for her to understand.
That is the part of her that must be destroyed.
The darkness has no need for something as useless and trivial as one’s innocence. It would do nothing more than get in the way. It would hold back her true potential; her true darkness.
I remember the first day I had met the girl face-to-face. Of course, I had known who she was long before she was ever aware of my existence. I’ve watched her for so long, for so many years… I only just revealed myself to her six months ago. She wasn’t ready before, but now… Now the time had finally come.
Soon the world will be ruled by the darkness once again.
I felt shivers of pleasure dance across my spine at just the thought. Chaos, discord, mayhem; that was what I lived for, it was what I was created for. Nothing gives me more enjoyment than watching humans flee away in terror, seeing the fear and sadness in their eyes as I destroy everything they’ve ever known, ever loved. Nothing can come close to the ecstasy I feel from watching as their heartbroken tears of pain flow steadily down their cheeks in waterfalls of utter despair.
Perhaps this is why I enjoy tormenting her so much. It’s so easy to make her cry. She’s such a sensitive child; the slightest hurtful word can make her break out in tears.
Beautiful, beautiful tears.
I resisted the urge to enter her dreams, to invade her fantasy and turn it into her greatest fear. Right then, I wanted nothing more than to see her cry. I don’t know what it is about her tears that make me feel so ecstatic, but the mere thought was enough to make my blood boil. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed tormenting someone more than I do her. Then again, I’ve never had the chance to torment the darkness before…
Her body shivers; a tremor trailing down her spine as her skin breaks out into a cold sweat. Her smile twitches and transforms into the faintest of frowns, but no matter how hard she tries she will never be able to hide it from me. Nothing can stop the toothy grin that makes its way over my features as I hear her whimper. It appears that her mind has created its own nightmares without my assistance.
The darkness is finally acting of its own accord.
A lone tear slides down her pale cheek and it takes every ounce of strength to prevent myself from kneeling over her silent form and lapping up the salty liquid. I resist, knowing that if she were to suddenly awaken that her fear for me would only increase tenfold. As appealing as the idea is, it would work to my best advantages if the girl wasn’t entirely terrified of me.
I can’t help but wonder what it is she’s dreaming about to cause herself such inner turmoil. Perhaps… Could she be dreaming of me? Is it my image that causes her body to shiver? My appearance that makes her silken skin break out into a panicked sweat? My mocking sneer that forces those delicious tears to flow down her cheeks?
I can only hope so.
I remember the first time I introduced myself to her; at the time she had been such a bold and insolent child, yet she still was able to keep up an aura of innocence. The very instant I appeared before her, her wide eyes narrowed slightly and she frowned in my direction, light eyes shining with a defiance that was both irritating and exciting at the same time. It was at that moment that I realized how entertaining it would be to break her and I dedicated my life to doing just that.
“Who are you?” she questioned, her voice quivering in both fear and curiosity. “Where did you come from? And how did you get into my room?”
I blinked, surprised that she could suddenly see me when only moments before I had been invisible to her. I took a moment to ponder over this odd turn of events before I realized the girl had backed up into the corner of her room, brandishing a feather down pillow as if it were a deadly weapon. My lips slowly curled into a sinuous smirk, my tongue swept out in a fluent motion to wet my dry lips.
“Foolish child” I mocked as I took a step closer to her, causing her to press her back even further against the wall. “My true identity is of no importance as of now, but if you must call me something then you may address me as your worst nightmare. As for my origins, I come from a dimension in which all beings of my nature are born. And I’ve been with you in your room all along; I’ve been watching over you for some time now, child. Consider me your guardian angel of sorts.”
No words could possibly describe the beauty of the horror shining in her eyes at that moment. Luminescent orbs widened to a critical point, unshed tears glimmering in sheer terror at the true meaning of the words of which she couldn’t truly comprehend. Her body trembled, shivering in fright at my mere presence as goose bumps slowly appeared over her once-smooth flesh. Soft pink lips opened up in what I could only assume to be a silent scream, her pearly whites covered in a light sheen of spittle revealing themselves to me.
I could only admire this beautiful scene from afar for so long, so, with a light smirk, I slowly trudged towards her. She shrunk even further against the wall, as if she could somehow melt into the wall if she were to try hard enough. With every step I took, she pressed herself further and further against the wall and tried to hide herself behind the pillow in her arms. Even I had to admit, the sight was beyond amusing.
“Please, whoever you are, please go away.” Her eyes were shut tightly and she held the pillow in a vice-like grip as a temporary source of comfort. “Just go away and leave me alone!” she shouted. A lone tear slowly streamed down her silken cheek to her chin before it gracefully dripped upon the carpet.
What a waste of a perfectly delectable tear.
I was now close enough to her that I could hear her shallow breathing coming out in slow, shallow breaths; I could feel her heartbeat pounding against her chest in a terror-induced frenzy. More and more tears continued to trail down her skin, making their descent down her reddened cheeks before falling to their doom on the soft carpeted floor and I could do no more than watch the descent of each crystalline drop as if in a hypnotic trance.
I slowly shook myself out of my stupor, smirking down at her shuddering form. Slowly, I extended my hand down towards her, running my fingers through her hair for the first time. It was so soft, so smooth. It was nothing like what one would expect from the darkness. She whimpered in fright, shrinking away from my cold touch as I continued to paw at her head. I gave her a final pat on the top of her head then stepped back. She stared at me warily, suspiciously, but I only chuckled darkly in response.
“Foolish child, I’ll always be with you.” And with those haunting words, I slowly disappeared from her vision, though I still never left her side.
But that was only the beginning.
It’s been so long since I’ve been able to act freely in this world. It’s been so long since I’ve been in contact with a human that knew of my presence. Surely you can imagine how lonely it must be to watch over someone for such a long period of time when they aren’t even aware of your existence. But now… now she could finally see me. Now I can freely haunt her dreams and destroy her spirit and I can take pleasure as she directs all her anger and despair towards me… and herself.
It’s a delightful feeling when someone specifically directs their hate towards you, but it’s simply a beautiful thing when you cause someone so much pain that they begin to hate them self. I consider it one of my finest accomplishments.
Still, I can’t imagine why she has such a qualm against being a vessel of darkness. I can’t comprehend why she can’t stand to be the cause of others’ pain. …And I haven’t a clue as to why she has no desire to use the dark power within her to destroy the light.
She really is a sensitive child. Too sensitive for her own good.
I sighed as I stared down at her shivering body. She tossed and turned and she moaned in fright, trying so hard to escape a figment of her own imagination in a land of her own creation. I continued to stroke my fingers through her silky hair and took pleasure in her frightened expression as it grew at my mere touch. If this is the reaction I gain from her subconscious mind… One can only imagine the reactions I could get from her when she’s fully awake.
As if in response to my thoughts, her eyelids started to twitch. Slowly, she opened them, blinking them a few times to try and get the sleep out of her eyes. When her vision had finally cleared and she saw me staring down at her, she turned away, ignoring me as I continued to run my fingers through her soft tresses.
She really did have nice hair.
“Enjoy your dreams, child?” I asked in my usual mocking tone, enjoying the way she visibly flinched as I spoke to her.
She turned back towards me and smiled; the usual fake, melancholic smile. “They were pleasant enough” she lied through her teeth, her smile faltering the slightest bit.
She’s known me for all this time and she still thinks that she can hide things from me? What a foolish, stupid child she is. The darkness may be able to keep secrets from the light-dwelling imbeciles she used to associate with, but she can’t hide it from someone who was raised in the darkness. My night vision can easily penetrate the darkness and see through her deception.
She turned away from me again, directing her attention towards the white, white walls of her padded room. It’s almost cute how she looks towards them for comfort. She feels that these walls serve as some sort of protection to the outside world; she feels that they are used to keep the darkness at bay. When shall she realize that these walls hold no purpose? They are no more than a minor inconvenience. Soon, once she realizes her true potential, once she fully gives in to the darkness within herself, these walls will fall down, along with the rest of the light in the world. Soon, darkness will envelop the world and evil shall triumph once and for all.
But, until that time comes, all I can do is torment away what’s left of her innocence. Until the time comes for the darkness to rise, I’ll have to tease her and taunt her and make her life a living hell. And by doing so, I’ll extinguish what little is left of the light.
And there she sat, staring at the light, entranced by its beauty, slowly being seduced by it into a state of blissful ignorance. I felt a growl start to develop low in my throat. This child belongs to the darkness, and I’ll make sure she never returns to the light of day.
Never.
“Why is it that you long for the light?”
“Isn’t it the nature of the darkness to desire what it cannot have?”
“Exactly. You cannot have the light, nor can you be a part of the light. That is why you must destroy it. The light has rejected you; it has turned you away. Learn to hate it, despise it, loathe it. The light has abandoned you; it has abandoned the darkness. No matter how hard the darkness tries, no matter how much the darkness may want to, it can never return to the light. All the darkness can do is seek revenge on the light. The darkness must swallow up the light of day until there is no more.”
She stared at me, her eyes sad and filling with unshed tears. “Why can’t the darkness and the light live together in peace? Why has the light rejected the darkness?”
I smirked, my sharp features darkening as I stared at her with cold, sadistic orbs of crimson. “Because who would ever accept the darkness? Who would ever want something as evil and tainted and hated as the darkness? Who would ever want to accept someone as evil and tainted and hated such as you? No, no one could possibly love or care for you. No one could possibly love the darkness.”
She sat there and stared at me as she slowly allowed my words to sink in and crawl under her skin. Her smile had slowly but surely transformed into a small frown and I found large, watering eyes staring at me. “You’re right. No one could ever love me; no one could ever love the darkness. Not even the light.” She sighed as she turned away from me, the motion causing a stray tear to fall from her eyes. “Especially not the light…”
I smirked. I gripped the girls chin, gently yet firmly, and forced her into eye contact with me. Slowly, in a gesture of affection that doesn’t truly exist for her, I wiped away the salty trail her tear had left. “You know what you must do…”
“I must… destroy the light?”
The corners of my lips curled as my smirk widened at her answer. Ignoring how she turned the statement into a question, I patted her head lightly. “You must do what must be done” I stated simply, allowing her to be able to find the answer on her own. I wanted her to learn to walk down the path of darkness without my guidance.
“…I understand.”
Despite how much I detest the light, one thing about it has always fascinated me. White is a color that represents the light; it represents purity and innocence. And yet… white is the color that is the easiest to stain, to taint. Once it is stained, it’s nearly impossible to restore it back to its pure state. You can try to destroy the stain, you can try to hide the stain, but it will always remain; even if all that’s left is a small, discolored mark, it shall always remain and the white will never be pure again.
It’s so easy to stain the light; to taint it, to dirty it.
I pulled the girl toward me in a fake sign of affection, allowing her to rest her chin against my shoulder as she cried hysterically, letting out all her tears as she sobbed and sniffled and wept like she’s never done so before. I held her whimpering form in a comforting manner, smirking to myself as I once again allowed my fingers to run through her silky soft tresses.
It’s easy to stain the light… But it’s even easier to turn it into the darkness. All you need to do is make sure you stain the light with dark, dark blood. The dark, dark blood of someone living within the light.
The time of transformation is approaching sooner than she thinks…
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It’s amazing how someone so dark and evil can look so pure and innocent while they sleep. Then again, the darkness is full of trickery, deceit, and lies. It can look like one thing and be something else entirely different. The darkness is sneaky, underhanded. The soft, fragile form of a young teenage girl is nothing more than a clever front meant to give one a false sense of security. After all, who would suspect an innocent child to be evil incarnate?
I smirked down at her, running my fingers through her smooth, silky hair as she slept peacefully. The corners of her mouth twitched and her lips slowly formed into a soft smile. No doubt she was having pleasant dreams about ponies, tea parties, and boys… or whatever else it is that young girls dream about.
I certainly hope she enjoys her dreams tonight, because soon she’ll never see them again. These dreams, these happy moments, will be nothing more than a memory. She shall live out the rest of her life in pain and misery; she shall live out the rest of her life as the darkness. I’ll make sure of it.
I twirled a strand of her hair around my finger amusedly as I smirked down at her serene form. As irritating as it could be at times, it always intrigued me how she would so blatantly deny her destiny. True, she finally learned to refer to herself as the darkness, but it was more than obvious that she still didn’t accept that fact as a truth. There was still some small, rebellious part of her that believed she was nothing more than an innocent child caught up in something too big for her to understand.
That is the part of her that must be destroyed.
The darkness has no need for something as useless and trivial as one’s innocence. It would do nothing more than get in the way. It would hold back her true potential; her true darkness.
I remember the first day I had met the girl face-to-face. Of course, I had known who she was long before she was ever aware of my existence. I’ve watched her for so long, for so many years… I only just revealed myself to her six months ago. She wasn’t ready before, but now… Now the time had finally come.
Soon the world will be ruled by the darkness once again.
I felt shivers of pleasure dance across my spine at just the thought. Chaos, discord, mayhem; that was what I lived for, it was what I was created for. Nothing gives me more enjoyment than watching humans flee away in terror, seeing the fear and sadness in their eyes as I destroy everything they’ve ever known, ever loved. Nothing can come close to the ecstasy I feel from watching as their heartbroken tears of pain flow steadily down their cheeks in waterfalls of utter despair.
Perhaps this is why I enjoy tormenting her so much. It’s so easy to make her cry. She’s such a sensitive child; the slightest hurtful word can make her break out in tears.
Beautiful, beautiful tears.
I resisted the urge to enter her dreams, to invade her fantasy and turn it into her greatest fear. Right then, I wanted nothing more than to see her cry. I don’t know what it is about her tears that make me feel so ecstatic, but the mere thought was enough to make my blood boil. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed tormenting someone more than I do her. Then again, I’ve never had the chance to torment the darkness before…
Her body shivers; a tremor trailing down her spine as her skin breaks out into a cold sweat. Her smile twitches and transforms into the faintest of frowns, but no matter how hard she tries she will never be able to hide it from me. Nothing can stop the toothy grin that makes its way over my features as I hear her whimper. It appears that her mind has created its own nightmares without my assistance.
The darkness is finally acting of its own accord.
A lone tear slides down her pale cheek and it takes every ounce of strength to prevent myself from kneeling over her silent form and lapping up the salty liquid. I resist, knowing that if she were to suddenly awaken that her fear for me would only increase tenfold. As appealing as the idea is, it would work to my best advantages if the girl wasn’t entirely terrified of me.
I can’t help but wonder what it is she’s dreaming about to cause herself such inner turmoil. Perhaps… Could she be dreaming of me? Is it my image that causes her body to shiver? My appearance that makes her silken skin break out into a panicked sweat? My mocking sneer that forces those delicious tears to flow down her cheeks?
I can only hope so.
I remember the first time I introduced myself to her; at the time she had been such a bold and insolent child, yet she still was able to keep up an aura of innocence. The very instant I appeared before her, her wide eyes narrowed slightly and she frowned in my direction, light eyes shining with a defiance that was both irritating and exciting at the same time. It was at that moment that I realized how entertaining it would be to break her and I dedicated my life to doing just that.
“Who are you?” she questioned, her voice quivering in both fear and curiosity. “Where did you come from? And how did you get into my room?”
I blinked, surprised that she could suddenly see me when only moments before I had been invisible to her. I took a moment to ponder over this odd turn of events before I realized the girl had backed up into the corner of her room, brandishing a feather down pillow as if it were a deadly weapon. My lips slowly curled into a sinuous smirk, my tongue swept out in a fluent motion to wet my dry lips.
“Foolish child” I mocked as I took a step closer to her, causing her to press her back even further against the wall. “My true identity is of no importance as of now, but if you must call me something then you may address me as your worst nightmare. As for my origins, I come from a dimension in which all beings of my nature are born. And I’ve been with you in your room all along; I’ve been watching over you for some time now, child. Consider me your guardian angel of sorts.”
No words could possibly describe the beauty of the horror shining in her eyes at that moment. Luminescent orbs widened to a critical point, unshed tears glimmering in sheer terror at the true meaning of the words of which she couldn’t truly comprehend. Her body trembled, shivering in fright at my mere presence as goose bumps slowly appeared over her once-smooth flesh. Soft pink lips opened up in what I could only assume to be a silent scream, her pearly whites covered in a light sheen of spittle revealing themselves to me.
I could only admire this beautiful scene from afar for so long, so, with a light smirk, I slowly trudged towards her. She shrunk even further against the wall, as if she could somehow melt into the wall if she were to try hard enough. With every step I took, she pressed herself further and further against the wall and tried to hide herself behind the pillow in her arms. Even I had to admit, the sight was beyond amusing.
“Please, whoever you are, please go away.” Her eyes were shut tightly and she held the pillow in a vice-like grip as a temporary source of comfort. “Just go away and leave me alone!” she shouted. A lone tear slowly streamed down her silken cheek to her chin before it gracefully dripped upon the carpet.
What a waste of a perfectly delectable tear.
I was now close enough to her that I could hear her shallow breathing coming out in slow, shallow breaths; I could feel her heartbeat pounding against her chest in a terror-induced frenzy. More and more tears continued to trail down her skin, making their descent down her reddened cheeks before falling to their doom on the soft carpeted floor and I could do no more than watch the descent of each crystalline drop as if in a hypnotic trance.
I slowly shook myself out of my stupor, smirking down at her shuddering form. Slowly, I extended my hand down towards her, running my fingers through her hair for the first time. It was so soft, so smooth. It was nothing like what one would expect from the darkness. She whimpered in fright, shrinking away from my cold touch as I continued to paw at her head. I gave her a final pat on the top of her head then stepped back. She stared at me warily, suspiciously, but I only chuckled darkly in response.
“Foolish child, I’ll always be with you.” And with those haunting words, I slowly disappeared from her vision, though I still never left her side.
But that was only the beginning.
It’s been so long since I’ve been able to act freely in this world. It’s been so long since I’ve been in contact with a human that knew of my presence. Surely you can imagine how lonely it must be to watch over someone for such a long period of time when they aren’t even aware of your existence. But now… now she could finally see me. Now I can freely haunt her dreams and destroy her spirit and I can take pleasure as she directs all her anger and despair towards me… and herself.
It’s a delightful feeling when someone specifically directs their hate towards you, but it’s simply a beautiful thing when you cause someone so much pain that they begin to hate them self. I consider it one of my finest accomplishments.
Still, I can’t imagine why she has such a qualm against being a vessel of darkness. I can’t comprehend why she can’t stand to be the cause of others’ pain. …And I haven’t a clue as to why she has no desire to use the dark power within her to destroy the light.
She really is a sensitive child. Too sensitive for her own good.
I sighed as I stared down at her shivering body. She tossed and turned and she moaned in fright, trying so hard to escape a figment of her own imagination in a land of her own creation. I continued to stroke my fingers through her silky hair and took pleasure in her frightened expression as it grew at my mere touch. If this is the reaction I gain from her subconscious mind… One can only imagine the reactions I could get from her when she’s fully awake.
As if in response to my thoughts, her eyelids started to twitch. Slowly, she opened them, blinking them a few times to try and get the sleep out of her eyes. When her vision had finally cleared and she saw me staring down at her, she turned away, ignoring me as I continued to run my fingers through her soft tresses.
She really did have nice hair.
“Enjoy your dreams, child?” I asked in my usual mocking tone, enjoying the way she visibly flinched as I spoke to her.
She turned back towards me and smiled; the usual fake, melancholic smile. “They were pleasant enough” she lied through her teeth, her smile faltering the slightest bit.
She’s known me for all this time and she still thinks that she can hide things from me? What a foolish, stupid child she is. The darkness may be able to keep secrets from the light-dwelling imbeciles she used to associate with, but she can’t hide it from someone who was raised in the darkness. My night vision can easily penetrate the darkness and see through her deception.
She turned away from me again, directing her attention towards the white, white walls of her padded room. It’s almost cute how she looks towards them for comfort. She feels that these walls serve as some sort of protection to the outside world; she feels that they are used to keep the darkness at bay. When shall she realize that these walls hold no purpose? They are no more than a minor inconvenience. Soon, once she realizes her true potential, once she fully gives in to the darkness within herself, these walls will fall down, along with the rest of the light in the world. Soon, darkness will envelop the world and evil shall triumph once and for all.
But, until that time comes, all I can do is torment away what’s left of her innocence. Until the time comes for the darkness to rise, I’ll have to tease her and taunt her and make her life a living hell. And by doing so, I’ll extinguish what little is left of the light.
And there she sat, staring at the light, entranced by its beauty, slowly being seduced by it into a state of blissful ignorance. I felt a growl start to develop low in my throat. This child belongs to the darkness, and I’ll make sure she never returns to the light of day.
Never.
“Why is it that you long for the light?”
“Isn’t it the nature of the darkness to desire what it cannot have?”
“Exactly. You cannot have the light, nor can you be a part of the light. That is why you must destroy it. The light has rejected you; it has turned you away. Learn to hate it, despise it, loathe it. The light has abandoned you; it has abandoned the darkness. No matter how hard the darkness tries, no matter how much the darkness may want to, it can never return to the light. All the darkness can do is seek revenge on the light. The darkness must swallow up the light of day until there is no more.”
She stared at me, her eyes sad and filling with unshed tears. “Why can’t the darkness and the light live together in peace? Why has the light rejected the darkness?”
I smirked, my sharp features darkening as I stared at her with cold, sadistic orbs of crimson. “Because who would ever accept the darkness? Who would ever want something as evil and tainted and hated as the darkness? Who would ever want to accept someone as evil and tainted and hated such as you? No, no one could possibly love or care for you. No one could possibly love the darkness.”
She sat there and stared at me as she slowly allowed my words to sink in and crawl under her skin. Her smile had slowly but surely transformed into a small frown and I found large, watering eyes staring at me. “You’re right. No one could ever love me; no one could ever love the darkness. Not even the light.” She sighed as she turned away from me, the motion causing a stray tear to fall from her eyes. “Especially not the light…”
I smirked. I gripped the girls chin, gently yet firmly, and forced her into eye contact with me. Slowly, in a gesture of affection that doesn’t truly exist for her, I wiped away the salty trail her tear had left. “You know what you must do…”
“I must… destroy the light?”
The corners of my lips curled as my smirk widened at her answer. Ignoring how she turned the statement into a question, I patted her head lightly. “You must do what must be done” I stated simply, allowing her to be able to find the answer on her own. I wanted her to learn to walk down the path of darkness without my guidance.
“…I understand.”
Despite how much I detest the light, one thing about it has always fascinated me. White is a color that represents the light; it represents purity and innocence. And yet… white is the color that is the easiest to stain, to taint. Once it is stained, it’s nearly impossible to restore it back to its pure state. You can try to destroy the stain, you can try to hide the stain, but it will always remain; even if all that’s left is a small, discolored mark, it shall always remain and the white will never be pure again.
It’s so easy to stain the light; to taint it, to dirty it.
I pulled the girl toward me in a fake sign of affection, allowing her to rest her chin against my shoulder as she cried hysterically, letting out all her tears as she sobbed and sniffled and wept like she’s never done so before. I held her whimpering form in a comforting manner, smirking to myself as I once again allowed my fingers to run through her silky soft tresses.
It’s easy to stain the light… But it’s even easier to turn it into the darkness. All you need to do is make sure you stain the light with dark, dark blood. The dark, dark blood of someone living within the light.
The time of transformation is approaching sooner than she thinks…
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